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"As cute as that pose is, hands at your sides please," Ori said, anticipation catching in his voice.

Evelyn's moment of truth had come. Ori was about to visually fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. She closed her eyes and then did as asked, but slowly, a blush deeper than she had known in her life reaching from her forehead to the tops of her breasts.

Ori, for his part, did not close his eyes — much to the contrary. He was very excited to see what her pubic region looked like. He could just imagine that enticing triangle leading right to her most intimate place, and he planned on going very in-depth, just as the nurse had suggested he should.

Evelyn trimmed her public hair, leaving a triangular tuft of tawny fur almost thick enough to obscure what was underneath. Again, Ori would have preferred something more explicit, but he had to admit that it was a cute look anyway. Her fur was a great accent on her otherwise hairless body, accentuating that this part wasn't for normal viewing. Plus, it looked delectably animalian — her bush was aesthetically chaotic and even feisty, as opposed to the smooth, gentle lines of the rest of her body.

Ori couldn’t actually see much, but if he really strained he could he her outer lips held slightly apart, just a flirtatiously small amount of pink flesh poking out between them. He leaned down to try to get a better look in between her lips. He wasn’t going to touch her yet, but he would be damned if he didn’t walk right up to that limit.

Evelyn, eyes open again, felt incredibly objectified by Ori's decision to try to look up her legs. 'Is this all I am, a vagina to excite a boy?' she questioned, felling grosser by the second. But then she was hit with a more serious thought, 'Certainly any touching would be considered cruel, right?'

Ori raised himself and circled again, appraising her ass. He decided she had a very good bottom. Fit, but not so tight as a runner's, he could tell that there was some bounce to it.

"Do you work out?" he asked, more to break the silence than anything.

Evelyn briefly considering not answering, instead simply saying, "not really."

She sounded dejected, and Ori did feel a little bad for her. He walked back to face her and tried to raise her spirits, saying, "hey, Evelyn, look at me."

She did. How could he forget how beautifully blue her eyes were?

"I know this is hard for you, but you're very beautiful. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He grabbed her shoulder friendlily.

She gasped, not expecting his touch, but felt a little better.

"Okay, last but not least..." Ori said.

Evelyn sighed again and rolled the sports bra up and off. Ori took it from her. On one hand she was getting pretty used to this, but on the other this left her completely exposed, head to socks, with her clothing out of arms reach. She couldn't even grab it if the door opened.

Evelyn's mammaries were modest, as Ori had predicted. They sloped down gently from the top and were just small enough not to overlap her chest on the bottom, rising in a shape more conical than spherical. Her nipples were lovely — slightly long, pert nubbins tipping off medium-sized deep-red areolae. Ori guessed she was a B cup, and decided he wanted her to tell him rather than to look at her bra, so he said, "what size are they?"

"32B," she said simply, feeling humiliated at having to tell him a simple number that so much of her desirability was wound up in. She was proud of her boobs, and she didn’t really feel she was lacking, but she knew that most boys preferred at least a C cup.

"Ahh, that's okay. I prefer smaller anyways," he said with a grin, once again changing the context from lesson to show and humiliation. Evelyn tried not to let that comment make her more insecure.

"Well, here you are," Ori said, giving her a final once-over before moving onto the next step.

Later, she would admit that it was extremely arousing to be **** to show her pussy, ass, and breasts to him; to leave no secret of her body. It felt like Ori was evaluating every square millimeter of her for her sexual desirability, and she was helpless to stop it. She didn't even know what she would have to do after this. Really, it could only get worse.

Evelyn glanced at the clock. 'God, only fifteen minutes have passed. I don't even want to stand here for another hour, let alone be bossed around by him.'